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About Miracles: “When I Hear the Dead Singing”
I have just returned from an ethics consult this afternoon regarding a terminal cancer patient whose family is waiting but also praying for a miracle. So interest in miracles, our recent topic, is alive and well. In this regard, I
found a poem titled "A Poem About Miracles" in which the Canadian poet Alden Nowlan discovers a miracle when listening to a recording and to his astonishment he hears the dead singing. ..Maurice.
"A Poem About Miracles”
by Alden Nowlan
Why don't the records go blank
the instant the singer dies?
Oh, I know there are explanations
but they don't convince me
I'm still surprised
When I hear the dead singing
As for orchestra's
I expect the Instruments
To fall silent one by one
as the musicians succumb
to cancer and heart disease
so that toward the end
I turn on a disc
labelled Gotterdammerung
and all that comes out
is the sound of one sick old man
scraping a shaky bow
across an out-of-tune fiddle. (Note: This poem is thought to be in the public domain)
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